Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
![]() ![]() ![]() L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ ![]() L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I L ![]() ![]() On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara ![]() passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: ![]() These pictures rotate. Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
I left my chained captivity. Escaped yo' sweet toxicity. Keep it for yo'self. Gimme collectivity. Add responsibility. Naïveté? Non. Don't need no negativity. Don't want yo' positivity. Keep it to yo'self. Exponentiality and quantifiability can ne'er excuse your toxic positivity. So, keep it to yo'self Title at the end to be a tad more creative. My friend Alfred often does this. |